A Changed Person • A TW & TMR Story

1 - Safe Haven

Thomas Edison
July 18th

"Hey."

I turn around and see Newt, my favorite person in the entire world. He sits downs but all I can see is the wind messing up his blond hair and his little smile that made me fall for him.

"Hey."

We've been in the Safe Haven for a while now. We've gotten used to it. We've gotten used to living together. To being safe.

No, we haven't gotten used to being safe.

"It's a beautiful day today," says Newt. He's right. It's early on and the sun is still waking up with the Gladers. It sets a beautiful orange and red and yellow tone on the water. It's beautiful and it usually is every morning. That's why I come here so often.

"It is. It really is." Newt and I, we talk a lot and we don't talk at all. Both of us are not ready to get real. We both know we like each other. We've kissed a few times. We hugged a few times. Cuddled a bit. It never went farther than that and we're both happy with it.

For now.

"Tom," Teresa calls me. I should ignore her. But I can sense something's wrong. "Tom !"

"What ?" I reply as I fix the horizon.

"People are here. We don't know who they are. They just... they pointed guns at us and told us to get on our knees. Tom, where are you ?" Shit. WICKED is here again aren't they ?

Shit.

"Tom, where are you ?" The island is kinda big. Newt and I have discovered one of its more peaceful areas, at the opposite of where we sleep. Maybe that's why we didn't hear anything else.

"I'm coming, guys. Hang on. WICKED can't take you far." I'm sure they can't. Not in the ten minutes it's gonna take us to run back there.

"No !" she replies with so much force in her voice that it gives me a headache. "Gosh Tom, are you stupid ? Are you really gonna go there and get captured again because you 'had to try to save us' ?"

Yes. "I won't be long."

"Tommy ?" Newt says as soon as I come back to reality. "Tommy, what's going on ?"

"People, WICKED, I think, they're here. They found us. They... got to the others. I have to try and..."

"I'm coming with you," he says, cutting me off. I knew he was going to say that.

"No, Newt, please. I have to know that, if everyone is taken, you are still free. I can't... I can't manage to lose you again."

He looks at me and kisses me softly on my lips. "And I can't manage to lose you. If you're going, I'm going." He doesn't let me reply. "Now, let's save our friends."

We start running at the same time. Not the kind of running we do every morning, often joined by Minho and other Runners, where we take it relaxed and enjoy the feeling. No, the kind of run we did in the Maze. It's been a while since I haven't run like that. A month at least. We make sure to organize times where we just run as fast as we can as long as we can to keep form in moments like this one.

We get there faster than I expected and hide behind one of the few buildings, the one where Fry cooks. It's the kitchen and the dining room if needed. We see people, many people on their knees, their hands crossed behind their heads and a few people standing with guns in their hands, menacing. They have a bulletproof vest where we can read the letters F, B and I. Or maybe you're supposed to read it as a word — Ffbee ? — but it doesn't matter.